change: Obama's got nothing on this

As you can see, I spent most of the day redesigning my blog.

IS IT NOT AWESOME?!

I still have some work to do, but I just don't have time to screw with it all day, so I'll make a better banner/title later. It might be a bit busy too, but I'll think about scaling down later.

I also need to learn some Photoshop skills and get my hands on the software. Luckily, almost every computer in the Cronkite School—all Mac—has Photoshop. (Seriously, the new building is like a Mac-user's wet dream. Apparently—and this is just something I heard—the school was sponsored by Apple, which would certainly explain how they could afford hundreds of new iMacs. It makes sense. Apple wants aspiring journalists to learn on its software so they continue using it when they get out into the work force. That's fine by me; Macs rule. /rant)

internist

ALSO, last night was my first shift as an intern for The Arizona Republic. It was pretty exciting and I'm cautiously optimistic about this year. This was the longest of three stories I worked last night.

I'll probably update this post with more specifics later. Until then.

first opinion

It's a couple days late in posting, but Tuesday marked my first opinion column for The State Press.

It's too bad the head shot isn't on the online version; it's a pretty good pic. I took it as a joke, fooling around with the photo editor who happens to be a friend of mine. I should have known he'd pick the goofy shot, but it actually turned out fine. I like to think it distinguishes me from the other columnists.

my inauguration

Today certainly felt different. I didn't know what to expect from inauguration day, but my expectations weren't high. Not because of the inauguration itself—I couldn't be happier that Obama is finally in office and we can move beyond the Bush presidency—but because I had no appropriate way to celebrate.

No spontaneous crowds, no flag waving, no cheering, no tears, no celebration—at least within getting to. I felt great; so great I wanted to release it all with my friends, shout skyward my profound happiness for our country. I was so proud.

But that release never came. I went about my day, happy but unfulfilled. My girlfriend's text from New York exacerbated the problem. I wanted to be there, with her, with everyone, to share in the glory of this day and what it signifies for the world we all live in.

Instead, I watched the presidential oath with one of my close friends, in his apartment. All of our other friends were in class. (They picked the first day of classes to do this?) While I watched the proceedings, my friend cooked breakfast, ate, got dressed, and—during the oath itself—brushed his teeth, not paying much attention to the ceremony. His company certainly beat watching the inauguration alone at my own place, but it was painfully obvious he did not share my reverence.

The beauty of Obama's campaign has been its capacity to bring people together, people of different races, different generations, and even differnt countries. However, that spirit seemed to fail me today. As I turned off the television, halfway through Obama's inaugurations speech, and rushed to class, I felt deeply alone.

viva la Webolution

Just announced at MacWorld, Apple's iTunes will be offering DRM-free music files. I couldn't help myself; I had to post and get in on the collective blog-world hype. Now, we're all thinking "it's about time" but under this move is a radical consession by Mac, one of the few services that persisted in shying away from the Web revolution or Webolution, if you will.

At the core of the Webolution is the ideology that everything should be free, unrestricted, and immediate—a collective consciousness that grows each time a something gets made available on the internet. Now, you could argue iTunes isn't offering music for free, they're simply removing the DRM. But that's just naive. What are people going to do with DRM-free music? Well, anything they want—copy it, burn it, mix it, fix it, post it, host it, etc. (sounds like a daftpunk lyric, right?). That's an incredible power. The internet has opened up so many possibilites for creation; the ability to create almost everything online isn't far away. Google has been the major player in this respect, offering free cloud-based software ranging from mainstream apps like Googledocs to nitch apps like SketchUp, a computer aided design program (not to mention blogger, omg!). As creation becomes easier, however, value—in terms of money at least—has plumetted.

I'm still very optimistic, however. New technology always shakes things up a bit; that's nothing new. We need to learn how to adapt. Between the constant protests of recordlabels and the newsmedia's coverage of their own downfall, I just want to say "suck it up." No, traditional models won't stay the same, but the possibilities should outway the fear of change.

for the love of satire

It's guys like Chris Hardwick that make me love journalism again.

I saw his article in the latest issue of Wired (I'm a bit behind) and couldn't help but salute his genius.

Not only does he do a decent job of reviewing time-saving self-help books, he does it with whit and humor that entertains. I love this article, from the quirky photos illustrating Hardwick's jam-packed life—something every journalist can relate to—to the way he organizes his trials and tribulations into a day by day diary. Hardwick's writing so self-aware; he pokes fun at idea of efficency training and himself in a way that comes off great. His writing style even makes me feel the rushed chaos that is his life (don't I know it well). No, it's not hard hitting or impactful, but it's damn funny.

Update: He also has a blog that's equally good.

john goodwin

I don't know you.

I do know where you live—Flagstaff, AZ—and that you rode the bus around the town, at least for the month of July, last year—number 11298.

I found your bus pass in the Flagstaff Bookmans, nestled in Zora Neale Hurston's "Their Eyes Were Watching God," which I bought. I chose that book from several alternative versions because you humanized it, gave it a previous owner, a history.

Did you finish it? I don't think you did. If you're like me—which I think you are—you never put a bookmark back into a finished book. It's a kind of neurosis; a completed book doesn't need a bookmark.

So you left your bus pass in the book when you sold it. Did you mean to leave it? Maybe you simply forgot about it; or maybe you remembered, just as you were handing the book to the clerk behind the counter. You remembered but were too rushed to retrieve it. What good is an expired bus pass? It's not worth worrying about, not worth bothering anyone.

You should have finished the book, John. The final portion was the best. Janie finally finds a husband worth standing behind—third time's the charm, you know? There was a huricane. I think you would have like it.

Thanks for the recommendation, though; indirect as it was. Also, I hope you've bought a car. Taking the bus sucks, expecially in winter in Flagstaff.